Tell me about her

Chapter 21

One month later

Renzo's POV:

"It's over Renzo" my sister said patting my back as she had come into my room.

"I don't believe any of this" I growled and downed my glass of whiskey.

"You have to, you can't keep searching for someone who isn't there anymore" she said and took away the bottle of whiskey I was about to pour into my glass.

"I can't give up on her" I said and pulled my hair.

"Renzo, she's dead" Esther said and the words were like daggers to my heart.

"How would you know that?" I asked her mad that she was so convinced that she was dead.

"It was all over the news" she said.

"I still don't believe it" I growled and wanted to take the bottle of whiskey from her but she only pulled it further away from me so I couldn't reach it.

"You have to move on" she said.

"I can't" I said and felt the tears once again build up in my eyes but I never let them leave my eyes.

"I'm sorry Renzo that we couldn't protect her" she said and pulled me into a hug.

"I failed her" I said.

"You didn't, none of us were prepared for this, who ever took her was really good and we had no chance of finding her in such short time" she tried to comfort me but it didn't help.

"She was here just a month ago and then she just disappeared" I said and felt empty.

"I know, it's gonna get better brother" she said and caressed my back.

"How do you know?" I said.

"It always does" she said and got up taking the bottle of whiskey with her and walking out of the room.

I fell into bed and tried to sleep. Hoping to see her in my dreams, to feel her close once more, to fell like everything was okay and she was still here.

I'd been looking for her every day and night for the past month and then a week ago news reporters found her body dumped in a park. I didn't want to believe that she was dead. My heart felt like she was still somewhere out there waiting for me to come get her.

Her funeral was in a couple of days and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go. I didn't want to see her like that. I didn't want it to be the end of her.

I had killed so many people who even mentioned her name in any bad way the past month and not even that made me feel better.

It really is true that they say you only realise how much that person meant to you until they are gone. Everyday without her is hell. The monster that I was before her has returned and the only good part in me left with her. She had my heart and she took it away the second she disappeared.

One week later

I couldn't bring myself to go to the funeral. I know she probably would hate me for that but I didn't want to make her death real to me. I wanted to hold on as long as I could even if deep down I knew she would never come back.